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Chapter 4: Reflections and Review.

The Gryffindor common room was abuzz with excitement as the third year students who had attended Care of Magical Creatures began to tell all the other Gryffindors about how the strange boy named Link saved saved Malfoy. This was around the fifth time the story was being told, and it wildly differed from the truth.

"He came out of nowhere, riding a Firebolt!" Shouted Dean Thomas.

"No, he apparated, and then picked up Malfoy and threw him to safety!" Lavender argued, with Parvati nodding beside her, and adding "He was so dashing."

"Thats rubbish!"

This continued for a bit, with Harry sitting in the corner with Hermione. Hermione was attempting to study, while Harry was listening to the stories, amused at how ridiculous they were. "Are you hearing this?" Harry asked Hermione with a grin. Hermione glanced up and rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately yes." She said looking back into her books.

Harry looked back at Hermione. "Are you not the least bit curious about what happen?" He asked. "How can you calmly do homework after what has just happened?"

"Of course I'm curious Harry, but there is nothing I can do about it now." She responded with a huff, and looked up at him again. "Though right now I am a bit more worried about Hagrid. You don't think they will fire him, do you?"

"No way." Ron said, appearing from the stairs leading to the dorms, and sitting down next to them. He offered Harry and Hermione a chocolate frog, which Harry took happily and Hermione politely refused the treat. "You said it yourself Hermione, since Lunk saved Malfoy, there is no way for him to blame anything on Hagrid." He unwrapped his own frog, and took a big bite of it.

"His name was Link, Ronald." Hermione said with a frown. Ron gave a uncaring shrug, making her scoff. "And I know know what I said, but I am still worried. You know how Malfoy and his father are, they could still try and get Hagrid in trouble for Buckbeak trying to attack Draco. They will say that Hagrid is unfit as a teacher."

"It was Malfoy's fault though!" Harry said, frowning.

"I know that Harry, but Malfoy won't admit it."

"Well the big ol' chicken didn't lay a talon on him, so its not like they can do anything, can they?" Ron asked, and Hermione slumped her shoulders. "I don't know. I didn't think so at first, but maybe. I'm just worried is all."

"Well you shouldn't be." Harry said, as Ron was opening the chocolate frog he had originally offered to Hermione. "Malfoy didn't get hurt ("Pity" Ron murmured) and everyone is way to focused on this Link kid. Even the Slytherins. I think the ministry is going to be more concerned about that, then Malfoy's stupidity."

"I suppose so." Hermione said. Feeling better, she snatched the chocolate frog from Ron before he took a bite. "Oi!" Ron yelled, as Hermione ate the frog with a grin and Harry just laughed at him. Thankfully, before they could start arguing, Percy walked up to Harry, his nose high in the hair, and his chest puffed out in importance.

"Ah Harry, there you are. The Headmaster has asked me, as Head Boy, to ask you to go to his office. Here is the new password." He presented a small piece of parchment to Hary.

"More like Head errand boy." Ron muttered, earning a glare from his older brother. Harry stifled a laugh, and thanked Percy. Percy walked off, and Harry turned to his two friends, with a confused look on his face.

"Why would the Headmaster want to see me?" He asked, as Ron shrugged.

"Maybe it has something to do with Sirius Black." Hermione said, her eyes going wide. "Maybe they already caught him.

"As if Harry has ever been so lucky." Ron said with a snort. "I bet you it has to do with Lint. Maybe he really IS your long lost twin! Wouldn't that be something."

"Don't start with that again." Harry groaned as Ron laughed. He got up, and waved goodbye to his two friends and headed out of the common room. He started down the tower, wondering what Professor Dumbledore wanted with him. Maybe Hermione was right and they did get Black, he thought hopefully. That meant that the Dementors would leave and he would never have to think of them again.

Though what Ron said was also true, when has he ever been that lucky? With a sigh he arrived at the Gargoyle that lead to the Headmasters office. He glanced at the scrap of parchment that Percy gave him. "Fudge Flies?" Harry said, and the Gargoyle leapt to the side. Harry stuffed the parchment in his pocket and began to walk up the stairs. When he got to the door he could hear voices coming from inside. Carefully he held his ear to the door.

"Honestly Albus, I should have been notified immediately! Not the day after!" The voice sounded like the Ministers. "This could be a matter of grave importance."

"I wanted to wait until I knew more of the situation." Dumbledore replied calmly. "I didn't want to waste your time with nothing."

"Nothing!? I would say that a boy being able to suddenly appear in the middle of Hogwarts, which is protected by only the most powerful of wards, would be more than nothing! What if the boy is in league with Black!?"

"Oh yes, Cornelius. Sirius Black, a powerful and deranged murderer, way of getting into the castle is through a maimed thirteen year-old boy." Someone said dryly. Harry believed it was Mcgonagall.

Harry decided to knock now. He felt bad for listening in this long, and didn't want to witness a duel between Professor Mcgonagall and the Minister. Well maybe he did, but not enough to get detention. The argueing abruptly stopped, and then he heard Dumbledore say "Come in."

He opened the door and was met with the smiling face of Professor Dumbledore. The Minister and Mcgonagall were there as well, glaring at each other, before the Minister looked away and smiled at Harry. "Ahh Harry, welcome my boy, welcome! How has your first day at Hogwarts?"

"Hello Minister." Harry said politely. "It's been… eventful."

"So I hear." Fudge said, shooting a look at Dumbledore and Mcgonagall. "Hopefully though, it will settle down this year. We don't want anything to er, happen to you. Hopefully the rest of the year will be nice and quiet" The Minister gave a strain smile, before looking at his watch, then back at Dumbledore. "Well I really should be going, but we will talk about this more Albus. And before anything else happens I want Aurors to talk to the boy! And that is my final word on it Minerva! With all this Black nonsense going on we can't be too careful." Fudge gave Harry a pat on the Shoulder, before heading to the door.

"Wait Minister!" Harry said suddenly, surprising both himself and Fudge, who turned to look at Harry with a surprised look. "Yes Harry?" He asked. Harry bite his lip, wondering if maybe he should just say nevermind. Like the minister said, he was busy. He looked back at Dumbledore, who gave a smile and a nod, and Harry looked back at Fudge feeling a bit more confident.

"I was wondering if I could ask you about Hagrid. He isn't going to get in trouble is he? It was Malfoy's fault! Not his! Malfoy didn't listen to his instructions and he provoked Buckbeak!"

Fudge went wide eyed, and looked at Dumbledore. "Wait, what happened Albus?"

"You know how we spoke of the young Link saving a student?" Dumbledore began, and Fudge nodded. "Well it was Draco Malfoy he saved. Hagrid was teaching a class on Hippogrif's and it seems that young Draco accidentally let slipped an insult. Thankfully he was not hurt because of Link's intervention, and Hagrid able to quickly reign in the creature."

Fudge gave an exasperated look to the Headmaster. "He was introducing third years to Hippogrifs on their first day? Come now Albus he should have known not to do that. No wonder this happened."

"Hagrid did great!" Harry said angrily. "It was an amazing class and he told us not to insult them, but Malfoy wasn't listening, it is his fault!"

"Alright Harry, I believe you." Fudge said, in a calming voice. He sighed. "I think I do remember Lucious saying he wished to talk about your choice in teachers before I left Albus. This type of thing usually falls to the school governors but since no one was hurt, I will see what I can do. Good day Harry, Minerva, Albus." Fudge gave a nod to each of them, and left.

Harry stared after him, smiling slightly. Thank goodness, the minister would help ease the situation, maybe Hagrid won't get in trouble. He turned and saw the approving faces of the two professors, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Well done Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile, before gesturing to the seat across from his desk. Harry walked over, sat down, and then accepted the Lemon drop that was offered to him. "Now Harry, I am sure you are wondering why I asked you here, yes?"

"Is it about the boy who fell on the Gryffindor table last night? Link?" Harry asked hesitantly, really hoping that he didn't magically have a twin brother.

"That is what I told the minister yes, but you did just what I was hoping you would Harry. Exceptionally done."

Harry blinked, confused. "Really? That was it?"

"That was it." Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Forgive me for asking, but why could you not just do that sir?"

"Because Harry, Cornelius only wished to discuss more grave matters. If I were to bring up the matter he would have brushed it aside for a concern of the school governors." Dumbledore leaned back into his chair and allowed Fawkes to jump onto his arm. "You however, brought a new perspective to the matter. So I thank you."

"You are welcome I suppose." Harry said awkwardly. "I don't really feel like I did anything though."

"On the contrary, Mr. Potter." Mcgonagall said, looking down at Harry with a fierce sort of pride. "You stood up for what you believed was right, and you tried to help a dear friend. You did a lot."

"Well said, Minerva." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then stood up. "Now you may go Harry, it will be time for dinner soon, and I am sure you would like to catch your friends up on what has happened." Harry stood up as well, with an embarrassed grin on his face. He turned to leave, before stopping himself.

"Professor, may I ask you something?"

"Why of course Harry."

"Link… where did he come from, do you know?" Harry asked, and Dumbledore shared a knowing look with Professor Mcgonagall, before looking back at him. "We have asked him. If you are to believe what he claims, then he comes from another world."

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. That was… not the answer he was expecting. "Another world? But what does that mean Professor?"

"It means that we all have much to think on." The headmaster said cheerily. "Exciting I know. Now off you go Harry, I am sure you have more interesting things to do."

Harry disagreed wholeheartedly, he really wanted to know what Dumbledore meant by 'another world', but the look Professor Mcgonagall gave him persuaded him to leave it alone. He said goodbye to the two professors, and went to walk out of the office, before stopping. He remembered when Link appeared last night, the glowing triangles on his hand. Should he tell the Headmaster about it?

"Anything else, Mr. Potter?" Mcgonagall asked, and Harry shook his head, deciding that it was probably nothing. "No professor." He said, and began his journey back to the common room. He had a lot to tell Ron and Hermione.

Well that could have gone better, Link thought as he stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary. It could have gone a lot worse as well, though, he added as he turned to lay on his side. Once again he was stuck lying in a comfy bed under the ever watchful eye of Madam Pomfrey, and while he was happy that the bed was soft, the gaze of the matron was infinitely less so. Apparently when she discovered Link had made a daring escape, she was equal parts worried and furious. Upon his return he could only hang his head in shame and embarrassment as she gave him a very stern lecturing on his health, before she took hold of one of his ears, and dragged him back to bed.

Unfortunately it seemed that his promises of staying put and resting did not convince the matron, as she no longer kept his bed concealed behind a curtain, and every so often she would look up from her work and glare at him, as if she was daring him to escape again.

Link sighed and turned onto his other side. He should feel tired, but honestly he was just too restless. Yes it hurt to move, but it was better than the alternative of doing nothing. Of laying here bored. Of wasting time in this new and exciting world. Of letting his guard down and letting his mind think of his time spent in-Link frowned and sat up with a huff. He looked towards Madam Pomfrey and was about to request that he be allowed to explore more, but her pointed glare made him rethink his actions, and with a huff he laid back down on his back.

He thought back to his little adventure around the school of Hogwarts. It had not been easy to sneak passed the Matron. After a few minutes of studying her and and learning her behaviors while at work, he learned that while working she was a very still and stoic person. Barely moving from her desk, or at all it would seem. One might have mistaken the matron for a statue, if you did not look at her ever moving eyes, fiercely studying her documents. When he was studying her she had only risen once to check on him, and he had pretended to be peacefully dozing.

Any other person may have given up at that point, but Link had learned through his adventures that there was always a way to overcome any obstacle. So he had quietly snuck to the back of the room, thankfully hidden by curtains, and climbed out the window. You might think that scaling a stone tower that was damp with rain in nothing but a gown would be difficult, and you would be right. After almost falling to his death a few times, Link managed to get into the room right next to the Infirmary. Thankfully it seemed to be an empty classroom. With a grin Link tried to slow his ragged breathing. His body was screaming in pain, but it was a sensation he had learned to ignore. He ventured into the hall, and tried to find a way to draw the matron out. Thankfully he didn't have to try hard, as he spotted a giant suit of armor right outside the door. It was much heavier than he assumed, and he blamed that on his new, younger self, but with a lot of effort he managed to topple it, and then dart back into the empty classroom.

As he hoped, Madam Pomfrey emerged at the loud clanging, and stared at the toppled suit of armor. She looked up and down the hall with a scowl, before pulling out a stick and waving it in front of the armor. Link quickly jumped back out the window, and scaled the outside wall as fast as he dared to, and once he was back into the infirmary, he dashed to the Matron desk. Thankfully she wasn't back in, and he opened drawers until he found a familiar Green tunic. He grinned, snatched it, and then dashed back into bed just as the door opened.

After that he waited a bit, pretending to sleep, before he was sure he could sneak out the window once more. In the empty classroom he changed into the Hero's tunic, smiling at the familiarity of it. He decided trying to brave the halls of the castle was a bit to risky, and out his favorite window he went. He climbed down the side of the castle, almost almost falling three times, before he made it onto solid ground. With a confident grin, he headed towards where he thought he had spied a lake. He had settled down there for a bit, playing some familiar melodies on a leaflute, before he spied a majestic flying creature. Filled with curiosity he followed it to a group of students just in time to save that one blonde kid.

Then he was carted back here by that giant of a instructor. With a sigh Link tossed onto his side again. He never did get to learn more about those beautiful winged creatures. It was a shame, that one that attacked that boy reminded him of Epona. A wistful smile formed on Link's lips as he thought back to his beloved horse. She too would have tried to stomp on anyone foolish enough to call her an ugly brute. Temperamental was the nicest word Link could think to call her. That, and spoiled thanks to Ilia, Link thought with a grin. He turned back onto his back, ignoring the irritable look he got from Madam Pomfrey. His grin slowly faded and he gained an expression of soft longing and loneliness as memories of Ilia flooded into his mind.

He thought of all the times she would come to him with a smile on her face, asking if he would take her on a ride on Epona. Sometimes they would go to the forest, back when it was safe, or sometimes they would just ride around the village. Thoughts of Ilia and Epona turned to thoughts of Colin and the kids. How they would run to him every time he got off from work at the ranch, begging him to take them on a new adventure. Except for Colin, Link thought sadly, closing his eyes. Colin never cared for big adventures like the other kids, at least not the loud ones. He always loved the quiet adventures; grooming Epona, telling stories, fishing, and other quiet activities.

Thoughts of the the kids turned to thoughts of everyone else living at Ordon village. He thought of his training with Rusl, and how the man always treated him with patience and kindness. He thought of working on the ranch with Fado, and the lazy days they spent just looking up at the clouds. He thought of Mayor Bo and everyone else, and how all practical raised him, and how proud all of them were. He doubted they were still proud. He couldn't fulfill his destiny, he couldn't defeat Ganondorf. His hands clenched up in fists. The only reason he was still alive was because Ganondorf decided to to kill him in favor of sending him to a realm of pain and suffering.

That was the only reason he defeated the Evil King; Ganondorf own hubris was his downfall, not him. He was to weak to protect everyone by himself, Link thought bitterly. The only reason he made it this far was because of the Princess and the imp Midna- Link sat up suddenly, eyes wide and filling with tears.

"Midna…" he whispered softly, ignoring Madam Pomfrey as she looked to him and asked if he was alright. He covered his mouth with one hand and wrapped his other around himself tightly, as he began to shake. Tears poured down his cheeks as the image of Ganondorf holding up the part of the Fused Shadow that Midna always wore came to his mind. He was shaking really bad and Madam Pomfrey was beside him, trying to calm him down but Link continued to ignore her. Midna was dead. At the time, when he was facing Ganondorf he had repressed the grief and anger. Mourn later, he had told himself, you need to remain focus on defeating Ganondorf.

Now however, there was no threat of Ganondorf and no way to focus on something else. It hit him like a tidal wave. The despair at losing someone close, the anger at not being able to do anything about.

"Midna," he sobbed out, leaning into Madam Pomfrey as she wrapped her arms around Link, whispering words of comfort.

"Midna I am so sorry"

Hyrule Field.

The storm that had raged over the peaceful of kingdom of Hyrule had finally broke, and the soft light of the setting sun blanketed the peaceful Kingdom. Most of the inhabitants had taken shelter in their homes, surrounded by those the loved. If they took notice of the storm lifting they smiled out at the sun, and if they didn't notice they felt something in their heart lighten. Something had changed, and everyone could feel it. Yes, the citizens of the kingdom thought, something good has indeed happened on this evening.

One person, however was not smiling, content and happy. She was not surrounded by those she loved, and she was not in the comfort of her home. No, she had witnessed the raging storm up close and personal, and she knows that this peaceful mingling of light and shadows was hard earned, and it did not come without loss and sacrifice. Standing in the middle of the vast fields of Hyrule, the Princess Zelda stood very still, staring at an empty point in the air.

"Link…." She whispered, her voice tight with emotion. She went to take a step forward.

"I…" whatever the Princess was about to say was interrupted by a bright light on a hill ahead of her. Her eyes were torn away from the empty spot in which Link vanished, and she was met with the sight of the four Great Spirits. Their light was brilliant, but gentle, and inside of it stood a single figure.

The spirits slowly faded away, and Zelda stood staring at the new figure. Something about them seemed familiar to squinted before letting out a small gasp. As the figure slowly stood and descended down the hill to her, the Princess couldn't help but smile. Despite the loss and the sacrifices made to end the storm, the Princess found herself agreeing, only slightly, with her people.

Maybe something good has happened.

Author's Note: I hoped you really enjoyed the chapter, and I am sorry for the incredibly late update. I don't know when the next chapter will come, but I want you all to know that I am not giving up on this story yet. I want to thank everyone who continues to read and like this Fic. You all mean the world to me. Take care of yourselves and hopefully I will see you soon with a new chapter.